2/28/23 Colosseum/Westside HS – Omaha, NE – 32 degrees, no wind – PERFECT!
13 PAX: Toadstool, Lansbury, Scoober, Ice-T, Easy Rider, Q-Tip, Tuner, Honey Maid, Bloodshot, Spacebar, Betamax, Black Lung, Oompa.
QIC: Oompa
Oompa let the pax to the end zone area where we circled up for a bit of WoR.
WoR
- SSH x15
- Abe Vigodas x 15 IC
- Tappy Taps x 15 IC
- Big Ones x 15 IC
The Pre-Thang (Until 6:40AM)
PAX went around the circle and did 15 count/cadence of each PAX member’s favorite shoulder exercise. Examples from today:
- Seal Claps
- Cherry Pickers
- Mountain Climbers (questionable)
- CDDs
- Merkins (definitely questionable)
- Chinooks
- Overhead Claps
- etc
The Thang (until 6:13AM)
PAX counted off in groups of 4. Number of reps was always 15. Groups of 4 PAX completed the 1st exercise together, ran from the goal line to the 50 yard line and back, completed 1st and 2nd exercises together (15 reps each, again), ran again. Rinsed and repeated, adding a new exercise each time:
- Squats – Single Count
- Carolina DryDocks – Single Count
- LBCs – IC
- Monkey Humpers – IC
- Merkins – Single Count
- Flutter Kicks – IC
- Imperial Walkers – IC
- Side Straddle Hops – IC
- Box Cutters – IC
- Groiners – Single Count
- Merkins – Single Count
- Heels to Heaven – Single Count
- Johnny Dramas – IC
- Cherry Pickers – IC
- Big Boys – Single Count
Mary
American Hammers in the end zone, Rancid-style around the circle. Total count=13
NoR
Announcements/Prayers
Q-Tip announced an Oscar Mike opportunity in Bellevue.
COT
I shared with the PAX a note about my father, on his birthday. He passed away 7 years ago Sunday from blood cancer. Although he was not perfect, as none of us are, he made me feel as a child and as an adult, that I was the most important thing to him and that if he could he would have spent all his time with me/my sister/my mom. My dad would call multiple times a day to discuss whatever was on his mind or my mind and was a great role model for me.
I encouraged the PAX to try to fit in times to help their kids feel this way as well. I ended with a poem by Rudyard Kipling that was especially important for me today:
“IF”
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
